Almost: Chapter 2
Author's note: Ugh! My last chapter didn't have the divisions between the scenes! I hope it wasn't too confusing- I'm still trying to work this whole "FanFiction" thing out.
Thanks for reviews from 20Two and Hitori-Hoshi. They were most helpful in the forming of this next chapter. :) I'm sorry they're so short, but I have the attention span of a cocker spaniel.
Much love, 3 Here's chapter 2.
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"He's Blaise since I decided he was Blaise!" Hermione cried indignantly as the golden trio walked to breakfast. Harry pranced behind the glowering Hermione and the equally put-out Ron.
" Oh, Hermione?" He asked, in a sugar coated tone of voice signifying he was up to no good. Hermione glared, but answered nonetheless.
"What, Harry?"
"Are you in love with Blaise Zabini?" Harry showed off his straight white teeth with a Cheshire-cat grin at the purple-hued Hermione and was elbowed in the stomach by a frustrated Ron.
"What's wrong with you? Hermione wouldn't crush on some fucking Slytherin! She would choose a loyal, caring sort of fellow?" Ron's statement/question passed over the distracted Harry and Hermione, leaving him disappointed. He scowled to himself.
"I'm not in love with him," Hermione started, tucking her hair behind her ears: a nervous gesture.
"Why did you do that?" Harry asked forcefully, the grin never leaving his face.
"Do what?" Hermione shot back, clearly irritated.
"Emphasize love?"
Hermione groaned and shook her head, knowing she'd been caught. "Look, just because I don't hate him-"
"I knew it!" Harry whooped and laughed down the rest of the way to the dining hall, an
outraged brunette at his heels.
"If you tell anyone Harry James Potter, I'll see to it personally that your balls are removed!"
Neither one of them noticed a sullen Ron heading back up to his room.
"Fantasizing about the Mudblood, were we?" Draco's suppressed grin came out as a smirk as he awoke the wet-dreaming Blaise from slumber. Blaise only muttered something that sounded something remarkably like 'don't call her that.' and sat up.
"I can see it, you know. The girl's got a body, that's for sure." Draco sat down next to Blaise, who was still rubbing his eyes and trying to rid himself of his grand old morning wood.
"Shut up, Malfoy. We both know pussy isn't your thing." Blaise yawned and walked to te bathroom away from a very distressed Draco.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Draco yelped, flailing. He leapt off the bed to follow Blaise. "Zabini, I'll have you know lots of women want me! I'm devilishly handsome! I'm the Unattainable Slytherin-"
"Sex God. I know. Have you ever really thought about it, though? How Pansy turns you off? How you've never had a crush on anyone, and you're nearly 17? I mean how many consecutive hours have you gone without washing your hair?"
"12. I remember that. That was awful."
"How many weeks have you gone without a shopping spree?"
"Er... How many stores justifies a spree?"
Despite their banter, Blaise's eyes were serious. Draco looked into them with curiosity. He felt himself leaning closer- He'd almost rather kiss Blaise than Pansy, any day.
"Well then you'll be grateful for the lack of bias in my comments, eh?" sighed Draco, giving in. He'd really known it all along. It just made it seem more real to have it out there, in plain speech. There was no taking it back now. "Once she pulls her face out of a book long enough to put some makeup on and," Draco shuddered. "Does something with that hair, she'll be tolerable, I suppose. She is rather smart."
Blaise broke out into a lopsided smile and exhaled with relief. "So you don't mind then?"
"Of course I mind," Draco admonished, but with a smile playing on his lips. "Why haven't you done anything about it?"
By the time Hermione caught up to Harry, he was already pouring his pumpkin juice. Hermione exhaled with relief when she saw Harry's lazy grin. "So you don't mind, then?" she asked him, sitting down and still out of breath.
"Of course I mind," Harry put on the mock frown he generally used to impersonate Draco Malfoy. "Why haven't you done anything about it?"
"Oh, Harry, don't be foolish. Obviously I can't pursue..."
As if on cue, Pansy, Draco, and Blaise walked into the dining hall. Hermione immediately looked down at her plate, and pushed her food around. Harry rolled his eyes at her reaction.
"Oh, please. Why ever not? When it comes to love, I never hesitate to-"
"Oh, please." Hermione's head shot back up at the statement. "You always find a way to cop out of everything and anything romantic." Before Harry could object, she continued. "Like that thing with Cho," Harry cringed.
"She was bad in bed," Harry tried, turning pink.
"Yeah, okay, and I suppose Ginny was too?" Hermione raised an inquisitive brow.
"Ron doesn't like it when we talk abo..." Harry started. "Say, where is Ron?" two parts of the Gryffendor trio blinked and swivelled their heads around.
"We're going to be late for Potions," Hermione said with a wave of her hand. All thoughts of Ron had been dismissed. The two gathered their things and headed for the hall.
Author's Note Again: You like? You don't like? (Oh my god... here comes my first piece of FanFiction slang) R & R!!!!
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